Yan Sinian and Zhou Yiran reacted differently after knowing about the matter.
Zhou Yiran immediately boasted, "Which TV station’s program? Let’s invest a big sum in it so that our little sister isn’t mistreated."
In both the past and the present world, people with money always have a strong backbone.
Zhou Yiran considered himself the greatest supporter of our little sister and naturally wanted to pave the way with money to prevent Yue Qingqing from being mistreated.
Moreover, as a businessman, Zhou Yiran understood very well that Gong Qiming’s face was barely passable.
Not to mention our Qingqing.
If these two were to appear on a program, wouldn’t they make a fortune?
Zhou Yiran immediately decided to invest, thinking of killing two birds with one stone.
While others were ready to share the benefits, Zhou Yiran wished he could take the whole pot.
Yan Sinian, though he spoke less, his words were very apt.
"When you hear Gong Qiming, just think of it as the buzzing of flies, don’t pay much attention."
Gong Qiming was listening intently nearby, and immediately grabbed the microphone to confront Yan Sinian as soon as he heard this.
"Are you jealous that I get to spend time with little sister? If you’re jealous, just say it. Don’t use this tactic of defamation and slander. The jealousy is practically oozing out of your words, tsk tsk tsk."
He spoke fast and anxiously, but there was silence on the other side.
Gong Qiming angrily threw out more words, and after a while, when he couldn’t continue, Yan Sinian’s cool voice emerged from the receiver.
"See, just like that."
Gong Qiming was so irritated, he felt like rushing to People’s Hospital to fight Yan Sinian.
Qiao Jing, for no apparent reason, hurriedly stopped him.
"Don’t just go out; getting your identity discovered would be troublesome."
Although the Yue family’s impression of Gong Qiming had been shattered during their short time together, even Yue Xiaohu casually tossed that autograph into a cabinet.
But it was undeniable that Gong Qiming, having grown up from a child star, was among the few young actors with the highest recognition in China.
It’s no exaggeration to say that his face in any crowded place could cause a traffic jam.
The hospital was exactly such a place.
Gong Qiming, after being persuaded for a long time, huffed, "I am a big man with a big heart, I’ll settle scores with him later, otherwise today he’d be scrambling for his teeth all over the floor."
Yue Qingqing: "Pfft."
Gong Qiming showed a hurt expression, "Don’t you believe me? I’m much tougher than that guy, last time..."
Yue Qingqing: "Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to pack."
Gong Qiming: "Don’t think I can’t see you’re just brushing me off!"
Gong Qiming rested at the Yue house for a day, feeling an impulse to stick around and not leave.
Grandma Lin was one of the few people who was willing to listen to him talk, her patience was immense, giving Gong Qiming the feeling of family warmth.
The little sister’s grandma rounded up is practically my own grandma, no problem there.
However, Qiao Jing wouldn’t let him delay his work and dragged him away no matter what.
This rather reliable agent had everything arranged, had called for a car, and was ready to head to the airport to go to Gong Qiming’s home in Beijing.
"Grandma, I’ll come to see you next time. Is there anything you’d like to eat? I’ll bring it for you."
Gong Qiming was reluctant to leave. Lin Chunju smiled as she bid him goodbye.
"No need, grandma. Just take good care of Qingqing for me."
Gong Qiming stood at attention and saluted, "Mission accepted."
Yue Qingqing and her family said goodbye, seeing grandma’s smiling face, she shivered slightly.
Lin Chunju was very kind, her eyes twinkling with wisdom.
It was unknown how much grandma had wheedled out from the little brother in just two short days.
Probably the blabby little brother had sold himself thoroughly.
Grandma probably knew everything crystal clear about her past life.
Others might take little brother’s words as being too deep into character or imaginary, but grandma definitely would not.
Suddenly, Yue Qingqing looked at Gong Qiming’s face, filled with reluctance, with sympathetic eyes, as if looking at a silly spore.